I have done it for years and like it.
Feeling bad; wondering what I have done wrong.
Inside me the anger festers.
Breathing deep, my anger calms down with time.
Finding someone who I thought I wronged, I talk to her.
She tells me you did nothing wrong.
The president is there, and tells me to continue helping.
Standing up for myself, talking in a calm voice, helped me.
Made me feel happy with myself.
Second time in a week.
First time, elsewhere, I was asked about a friend who I love.
She has medical issued, and he asked me why go with this loser?
I answered in firm voice that she is great.
He shut up.
Smiling for standing up for myself.
Standing up for me has been the right decision.
For if I do not stand up for myself, who will?
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